A Ruthless Bandit, Bourbon

A moment later.

"Something's wrong."

Gin had noticed the anomaly too:

"I can understand the FBI and CIA being a step slow."

"But why hasn't Japanese Public Security Bureau shown up either?"

He had personally told Japanese Public Security Bureau by having Lin Xinyi call them directly.

There was no way they did not know what was happening here.

Yet Irish had already run along more than half of Beika Avenue as planned, and Japanese Public Security Bureau's pursuers still had not appeared.

"..." Gin closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

Then he decisively opened them:

"Withdraw."

"Withdraw?" Vodka was slightly stunned.

Instinctively, he was somewhat unwilling. "Big Brother, w-we're withdrawing just like that?"

"The plan's only halfway through. Shouldn't we wait a little longer? What if Japanese Public Security Bureau was simply a beat slow and didn't arrive in time like we expected?"

"Don't count on luck."

"Japanese Public Security Bureau has been our old rival for years. Don't underestimate them that much."

"And this isn't the first time the Organization has 'attacked' Lin Xinyi."

"Even if Japanese Public Security Bureau truly was that slow to act, they should have prepared emergency measures in advance, shouldn't they?"

Gin's voice was calm as still water, but his face was cold as ice:

"So their delay."

"May not have been an accident."

"Huh?" Vodka's heart skipped a beat. "Big Brother, you mean..."

Based on his years of work experience, he practically shouted out the guess on instinct:

"There's a mole among us?!"

Gin's cold profile gave him the answer:

"Notify Bourbon, Kir, Korn, and Chianti."

"Tell them to pull their people out too."

Vodka did not dare delay any longer.

"Withdraw! Everyone, withdraw!"

He immediately sent the retreat order to the other two ambush teams.

Then he ordered the